The father is always a Republican toward his son, and his mother's always a Democrat.

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

The nearest friends can go With anyone to death, comes so far short They might as well not try to go at all.

Freedom is when you are easy in the harness.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart

When work becomes play, and play becomes your work, your life unfolds.

God made a beauteous garden With lovely flowers strown, But one straight, narrow pathway That was not overgrown. And to this beauteous garden He brought mankind to live, And said "To you, my children, These lovely flowers I give. Prune ye my vines and fig trees, With care my flowers tend, But keep the pathway open Your home is at the end." God's Garden